Becoming Syaoran Li

Summary: She never dreamed of sleeping with her boss, she never dreamed of falling in love with him, she never dreamed of becoming him. So technically, does she love herself then? SS AU

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- Written by melodramatics

Chapter One:

Ego

Tokyo, April 1st

9:30 am.

"I'm going to be late for work, and he's not going to care if it's my birthday!" A girl said, her voice coming out in a high pitch squeak.

The sun was coming through the blinds of the bedroom illuminating two figures laying on the bed, a girl sitting on top of a guy – his hands attacking her sides.

"E-thaaan" She called out, before rolling over to the side, a bright smile on her face. Her emerald eyes were welling up with tears and she had to take her free hand and wipe them away on the back of her hand.

Ethan reached up and attached his mouth over top of the girls, capturing her by surprise and off guard. He proceeded to take his hand and rub it up and down her soft back, often coming in contact with her bra straps.

"No-No baby, I gotta go" She whined before rolling off of him and winking at him, dressed scantily before making her way to the bathroom, already very late.

"Shhiiiit!" She screamed from the bathroom, glancing at the clock. It was nearing nine thirty in the morning and she was supposed to be there for eight.

She could hear her boyfriend rustling around in the room, before opening the door to the bathroom and leaning against the doorframe as he watched her throw some clothes on.

"…Happy birthday baby?"

She just threw that fuck off look at him, before rushing past him and grabbing her purse, fleeing the apartment.

Newly twenty five year old Sakura Kinomoto rushed up the steps to her high paying job that never seemed to relax her. She worked for the Li Corporation, for almost two years now – she stumbled across it after graduating from Hong Kong's University. Her professor suggested she'd apply there, and she was transferred to Tokyo – the rest is history.

Her boyfriend, of a year and a half, she met him when he had come to Tokyo from America on a vacation. He fell for her instantly and moved here almost two months later, and now … now they lived together.

It was great for Sakura, wonderful.

She sat at her desk and put her hair behind her ear, nervously. She hoped her boss wasn't in this early, and nearly had a heart attack when she saw him come lazily through the office doors. He nodded to her and she immediately reverted her eyes.

"Morning Ms Kinomoto" his sexy, voice drawled out as he reached up and scratched his messy hair. He was undeniably, the most attractive man she had ever seen and when she had first gotten the job, she spent late nights at the office…

… Kissing his succulent lips, touching his well defined chest and grinding against his most intimate parts.

But when Ethan had shown up one night to pick her up, she knew she had to break it off with Syaoran – of course, they weren't sleeping together at that point, but it would have escaladed into that and she knew, she knew deep down that she had feelings for him.

But he'd never treat her as well as Ethan did.

Fast forward a year and now they're very civil towards one another, actually – her boss secretly hates her for using him like that, but he'd never tell her to his face.

"Be in my office in twenty" he called out before the door to his office slammed shut. Sakura winced, "Shit. I'm dead" she groaned out before plastering a fake smile on her face and picking up the phone.

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The office was dark green interior with bits of gold highlighted here and there, he sat at the desk running his hand through his sexy messy hair. He was the ultimate man, tall and very chiseled – thanks to late nights at the gym, and intense amber eyes with flecks of gold in them and a head of sexy, chocolate brown hair that never seemed to be tame. Yet, it always looked good.

His name was Syaoran Li and he was twenty seven years ago, he'd been in charge of this company for almost four years – since his father had his sudden heart attack. Of course, at the tender age of 24, he was not ready for this kind of responsibility and was forced to give up the endless nights of partying, sex and alcohol.

Now, he sticks to high media figure women – after the fling with his secretary, he moved away from that category all completely. She never did give him a reason, and he hated her for that.

She was a gold digging whore, but he couldn't afford to let her go because she did her job well and he knew that hiring another secretary would lead to some sex scandal.

The door to his office opened slightly and he saw a head full of auburn soft curls poking in. Her emerald eyes glancing into the room, "Mr. Li?" She called out, and he just nodded his head, allowing her to come in.

"I want you to cancel my appointments for today, Ms Kinomoto." He said, he often had a hard time staring at her face – his eyes were always drawn into her chest and he often had fantasies of ripping her clothes off and making her scream.

But then they were often interrupted as quickly as they came, by the constant reminder of her "awesome" boyfriend, and the thoughts of them having sex made his stomach churn.

Syaoran Li was the ultimate womanizer and never appeared that he was hung up on a woman, but Sakura Kinomoto … she was different. Although she lived the high life, she never appeared to be snotty; she was down to earth and a sweet attractive girl.

The woman he was used to dating her women who liked to inject cocaine into them, to make sure they're skinny 24/7 (ever heard of a fucking gym?) and wore heavy eyeliner to compliment their heavy fake face.

But of course, they generally were very good in bed which was what Syaoran was good at – he was the ultimate man whore, cheating on almost every woman seen with.

But everyone was used to it, he hoped. Of course, he assumed that when the right woman came along he'd change his ways but for now? He enjoyed all the attention he got.

It was hot as hell.

"Oh okay, anything you'd like me to schedule?" He looked up at her, meeting her gorgeous emerald eyes. She smiled slightly but it didn't reach her eyes.

"No, no. That's all. How was your weekend?"

Sakura reached up, toying with her hair smiling nervously. "It was alright, it's my birthday today" She let out a dry laugh before turning around and heading for the door.

Sometimes it was awkward between the two and sometimes, she had flashbacks of his mouth on her collarbone, the passion was sexy. Even to this day, the chemistry between the two was perfect, something that was filmed in movies and they…they had it, but she was happy – she had Ethan, her sexy American boyfriend and she knew that Syaoran was going to break her heart.

So she moved away, fast. And some days, she had regretted it but for the most part? She had Ethan, which was her motto to get her through her tough work days.

And yet, with Ethan, most of the times she just laid there and took it like a bitch. He didn't want her working at anything because she worked all day, blahblahblah.

And lately, they'd only been having sex once every few weeks – he was always too tired or the like, but Sakura never gave it another thought.

"Happy birthday…Sakura" He said, quietly when she reached the door causing her to stop abruptly, he hadn't used her name since their late night rendezvous almost a year ago, it was always 'Ms Kinomoto' that he addressed her by.

"Thanks Mr. Li" she said, a smile appearing on her face (as much as she fought to hold it back), and it reached her eyes.

…It reached her eyes forsure.

He talk like this 'cause he can back it up

He got a big ego, such a huge ego

I love his big ego, it's too much

He walk like this 'cause he can back it up

It was late Monday night and Syaoran was sitting at his laptop, his Gucci glasses perched on his nose, giving him an even sexier look. The problem with Syaoran Li is that he's got a huge ego and almost every woman that he had been in contact with, had fed his ego.

He could get any woman he wanted, undoubtedly. He didn't even have to try most of the time, yet with Sakura…

He knew that they'd never ever continue what they'd left unfinished. Of course, he didn't love her but she was hot as hell (without realizing it) and he wanted to get with her.

Just for a few months until he got bored.

And of course, as the quote goes: "You always want what you can't have", and he wasn't used to not getting what he wanted, so it upset him. It made him angry and raw inside but he masked it up, with women.

Speaking of women, he had a sleeping woman dressed in nothing sleeping right next to him. Her dark hair reminded him of Sakura but she was nothing like her, she was snotty and whiney, but the sex was good.

Her name was Lena Armstrong, and she was an Italian Model – very profound features dominated her and he liked it; it was different, a change for him.

When Tuesday morning came, Syaoran was early to work which he immediately regretted. He had brought Sakura a gift, a small bag all dressed up in a pink pretty wrapping.

But he immediately threw it in a nearby trashcan, after seeing Sakura Kinomoto kissing her ugly, scrawny boyfriend in front of the building. She had her hands woven through his hair, and her foot was lifted off the ground slightly, he had his hands wrapped around her thin waist, pulling her into him.

Syaoran stalked past them, and into the office – the door slamming shut. He could hear Sakura talking before opening the door and running after him.

It was like a twisted fairytale, everything so black and dark. He wanted her so bad, he had her but it wasn't forever.

And he knew she wanted forever.

He couldn't promise her forever, not even now.

I spent my time just thinkin thinkin thinkin bout you

Every single day yes, I'm really missin' missin' you

And all those things we use to use to use to do

Hey girl, wuz up, it use to be just me and you

"Syaoran!" She called out; the first time she'd ever used his name since their last affair. "Wait up!"

The elevator closed shut; he stood in front of her and watched her running towards him. If anyone was seriously into English writing, once could say it was as though he had shut her out of his life.

…For good though? That was Syaoran's problem. One minute he wanted her, one minute he hated her, he was so wish-washy.

And he didn't care if she had a boyfriend, he didn't give two fucks because what Syaoran Li wanted – Syaoran Li got.

By the time he had reached the fourth floor, she was standing in front of the elevator when it dinged shut – panting heavily. Glaring at him, she stepped into the elevator and pressed the "shut door" button before he had a chance to escape.

"It's fucking hard to run in heels you know" She said, as she leaned against the metal of the elevator, it was cold to her skin.

He just grunted staring into the reflection ahead of him. Here he was – next to her, he imagined himself reaching over and kissing the life out of her.

But then he imagined Ethan standing there, kissing her – touching her …loving her. Something he was incapable of.

"What's your problem? Did something happen?"

Syaoran glanced at her, as the elevator came to a squealing stop. "Yes. You"

And with that, Syaoran Li had walked out on the elevator, twenty floors away from his stop leaving her standing there – speechless.

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

Either way I don't wanna wake up from you

Someone save me.

April 5th, 2:30 AM.

Dear Diary,

I haven't been able to sleep since the incident this morning,

His ego pisses me off sometimes, he expected me to run after him

And tell him that he's amazing, so it'll puff his head up to the size of Canada and the United States put together. Giving him the satisfaction and feeling that he could get anything he wanted that opened their legs.

Well, I – Sakura Kinomoto – am vowing to become happy, I'm in love with Ethan Montgomery not Syaoran, there were scratch marks underneath Ethan's name, giving him an extra "oomph",

Ethan and I… we're forever. We're in this together, he's my sunshine.

Syaoran, he was just a lucky fling – something to show me, my true colors.

I don't love him, and I'll never love him.

There was a scribbling of her signature at the end of the page.

with a small heart at the end.

And then Sakura reached over, shut the light off and cuddled up with Ethan, who groaned and held her hand in his.

She had to continuously tell herself that whole night that she was happy. Ethan was who she wanted.

Yet at the back of her mind, just before she drifted off, there was a small voice that reminded her that she and Syaoran got one another, we click.

I never dreamed of sleeping with him, I never dreamed of falling in love with him. I never dreamed of becoming Syaoran Li.

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Lemme kno what ya'll think yea?

Obviously you can tell that they have chemistry, and a history.

Making the workplace hard to contain feelings that seem to not want to go away lol